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“Hey, Target,” Diana says when I reach the bar.

She pushes her tits together in an attempt to tempt me between her legs. Fat fucking chance.

“Diana.”

“I saw you frowning down at your phone; problems with the little mouse?” she purrs, biting her lips at me.

I look at her, really take her in, and wonder why the fuck she would be here, fucking bikers when she could be out there finding a man to marry and give her a couple of kids and an unlimited credit card.

“No problem. She is busy, just like I am,” I explain, not that I fucking have to.

With the way she is looking at me, I can’t help but think she knows something. A gleam in her eyes has me on edge all of a sudden.

Shifting so I face her head on, her smile widens, as she takes my movement as interest.

These women are all the fucking same. Will do anything to get what they want, even step on their friends. What they will not do is disrespect a patched member, or they will be out for good.

I know the Fort Lauderdale brothers had some shit with their club girls and Magnum had to ban them all. He let the next generation of brothers bring more hang arounds in and fuck me that went to shit also, so they got banned after another club girl caused shit with the Ol’ Ladies.

“I bet she is busy. I did see her with another biker just a few hours ago; maybe she has a thing for bikers.” She licks her lips. “Like I do.”

The mention of Madalyn being with another biker sets me closer to the edge. I know for a fact that she would not go willingly with any biker unless it was someone from my club. If she was with someone else, then I know that the prospect would have let me know.

Diana knows something.

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, inching loser.

Licking my lips, her eyes drop to my mouth. She goes to touch me but I lean back, shaking my head at her but keeping my grin in place.

“Sex ban, remember?” She pouts. “But, I could make an exception.”

“For what?” Her eyes narrow, and she straightens her shoulders.

My phone rings but I ignore it. It stops ringing and I focus back on the bitch in front of me.

“Who did you see Madalyn with? Give me details and I’ll see what I can do about a brother getting between those thighs.” She pants, but I see suspicion in her eyes.

She shrugs, before turning to the bar, drinking from the beer that was placed there for me.

“He was a biker. A cut like yours, but a different logo.” She waves that bit of information off. “Short buzz cut hair, and a tattoo on his neck. I think he had an arm tattoo as well.” This time she makes sure to be detailed, describing Crypt.

“I see.” My phone rings again, and this time I take my phone out of my pocket, seeing Waylon’s name.

Hitting the green button, I answer.

“Yeah,” I keep my eyes on Diana.

“Fuck, Target, I am down. Some cunt came at me from behind, stabbed me in the back, I blacked out. When I came to, I looked for Madalyn but she is gone. Fuck, there are signs ofa struggle. Fuck, I’m sorry.” His voice is pained and filled with regret.

I wish I could give him sympathy but rage, and pain are churning around my body, igniting every nerve ending. Diana’s eyes are wide and filled with fear, as they fucking should be.

She goes to step away, but I grip her arm.

“Fucking stay.” My voice is deep. “Prospect, hang tight, we are on our way.” I end the call and bellow, “BROTHERS!”

Heavy footfalls comes into the main room, Racer zipping up his pants, scowling.

“Target, what’s going on?” He looks between me and the club girl.

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